In The Bazaars of Hyderabad (Sarojini Naidu Poems)
What do you sell O ye merchants ?Richly your wares are displayed.Turbans of crimson and silver,Tunics of purple brocade,Mirrors with ...
What do you sell O ye merchants ?Richly your wares are displayed.Turbans of crimson and silver,Tunics of purple brocade,Mirrors with ...
HERE, O my heart, let us burn the dear dreams that are dead, Here in this wood let us fashion ...
HER life is a revolving dream Of languid and sequestered ease; Her girdles and her fillets gleam Like changing fires ...
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth ...
TARRY a while, O Death, I cannot die While yet my sweet life burgeons with its spring; Fair is my ...
Tell me no more of thy love, papeeha, Wouldst thou recall to my heart, papeeha, Dreams of delight that are ...
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth ...
In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong, I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind The world ...
(Parvati at her lattice) O Love! were you a basil-wreath to twine among my tresses, A jewelled clasp of shining ...
She LIKE a serpent to the calling voice of flutes, Glides my heart into thy fingers, O my Love! Where ...
I MUSE among these silent fanes Whose spacious darkness guards your dust; Around me sleep the hoary plains That hold ...
LIKE this alabaster box whose art Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart, Carven with delicate dreams and wrought ...
WEAVERS, weaving at break of day, Why do you weave a garment so gay? . . . Blue as the ...
WHEN from my cheek I lift my veil, The roses turn with envy pale, And from their pierced hearts, rich ...
He Lift up the veils that darken the delicate moon of thy glory and grace, Withhold not, O love, from ...
THE serpents are asleep among the poppies, The fireflies light the soundless panther's way To tangled paths where shy gazelles ...
LORD BUDDHA, on thy Lotus-throne, With praying eyes and hands elate, What mystic rapture dost thou own, Immutable and ultimate? ...
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow, The sunset hangs on a cloud; A golden storm of glittering ...
CHILDREN, ye have not lived, to you it seems Life is a lovely stalactite of dreams, Or carnival of careless ...
O YOUNG through all thy immemorial years! Rise, Mother, rise, regenerate from thy gloom, And, like a bride high-mated with ...
O little mouse, why dost thou cry While merry stars laugh in the sky? Alas! alas! my lord is dead! ...
HAVE YOU found me, at last, O my Dream? Seven eons ago You died and I buried you deep under ...
Jaya Surya GOLDEN sun of victory, born In my life's unclouded morn, In my lambent sky of love, May your ...
Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light, The wind lies asleep in the arms of the ...
SEE how the speckled sky burns like a pigeon's throat, Jewelled with embers of opal and peridote. See the white ...
NAY, no longer I may hold you, In my spirit's soft caresses, Nor like lotus-leaves enfold you In the tangles ...
FROM groves of spice, O'er fields of rice, Athwart the lotus-stream, I bring for you, Aglint with dew A little ...
DEIGN, Prince, my tribute to receive, This lyric offering to your name, Who round your jewelled scepter bind The lilies ...
UNWILLING priestess in thy cruel fane, Long hast thou held me, pitiless god of Pain, Bound to thy worship by ...
SHALT thou be conquered of a human fate My liege, my lover, whose imperial head Hath never bent in sorrow ...
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